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food came first,
so the bill weren’t paid.
spring wouldn’t come,
so the space heater stayed.
life burns up
right quick or by little;
angels wouldn’t help her
so she kissed the devil.
life burns up, don’t it just. Pretty soon you’re 97 and wondering WTF–and the devil’s lookin pretty good.
Love it! “Life burns up right quick or by little”……
I really like this. Got that rhythm, baby!
There was a garage apartment near our house that burned down a few years ago. The couple had a two kids and no money and heated the apartment with the gas oven, which caught fire one night. The whole place burnt to the ground with everyone narrowly escaping. For weeks afterward when my wife I walked by on our weekend walks we’d see loose pages from coloring books flittering around the area, each scrawled with color, their edges burnt. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
But those devils do kiss good sometimes! As to my poem, a lavaliere is a type of jewelery, usually a pendant, sometimes with a stone in the middle. I had no idea what one was either-I needed a word that started with an “L” that meant something expensive or precious and found it on Thesaurus.com and looked it up! I won’t pretend my vocab is that extensive!
Been there. Done that.
Oh, I think we all have made our encounters with the dark side at times.;) Thank you so much for your recent visit and a kind comment – yes indeed we all need a home.:)
all too true
Love the sparse and intense economy of language here.
An intense and illuminating write. James.
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